Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

She suddenly wanted to see Duanmu Yan act coquettishly again and asked him to do it again.

Seeing the expectation in her eyes, Duanmu Yan cleared his throat, paused for a moment, then reached out and gently called out in a bubbly voice, "Lizi, don't leave me."

Riko felt the barrier of reason in her head shatter with a snap.

The man before me is the chairman of the Federation, the strongest sorcerer capable of taking on a top-tier cursed spirit single-handedly, and the man who got the three family heads to sign documents in the conference room.

But now he was sitting in that large office chair, calling her name in that awkward and clumsy, coquettish tone.

She grinned, revealing a villainous smile: "Hehehe, Duanmu, you were born to be eaten by me!"

Before she finished speaking, she sprang up from the sofa and lunged behind the desk.

Duanmu Yan leaned back in his chair, instinctively putting his hands in front of him: "Wait, wait, it's daytime!"

"I can't wait any longer! Duanmu, you were just so adorable!"

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An hour later, a satisfied Ms. Riko decided to take Mr. Tengen out shopping.

Duanmu Yan was the only one left in the office, lying on his back on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, his shirt collar loose, looking as if he had been drained of his last bit of strength.

Until a white hair appeared above his field of vision, Gojo Satoru leaned down from the back of the sofa, his blue eyes blinking as he looked at him, a sly smile on his lips.

"Oh dear, Tian Tian is as energetic as ever, but Duanmu, you look like you've been drained dry by a monster. You're completely different from your usual energetic self!"

Duanmu Yan knew who it was as soon as he heard the first word. He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids and uttered a single word in annoyance: "Get lost, you guy who's always out having fun, stop bothering me."

Gojo Satoru immediately feigned heartbreak, then collapsed onto Duanmu Yan, burying his face in his chest and rubbing against him: "Waaaaah, Duanmu hates me! You're actually trying to kick me out, how could my life be so miserable!"

"You bastard, don't get my clothes dirty! I just changed them!" Duanmu Yan struggled frantically, trying to shake off the large ornament.

Gojo Satoru remained motionless. The two wrestled on the sofa for a while before Gojo Satoru finally rolled off and lay on the other side of the sofa, his long legs dangling from the armrests and swinging back and forth.

Duanmu Yan sat up, straightened his collar which had been pulled askew, and looked at him irritably: "What do you want from me? If it's some trivial matter, I'll dock two years' salary right now."

"Tch~ You stingy guy, I have plenty of money, I don't care about your paltry sums at all."

"Hmm?" Duanmu Yan gave a death stare.

Gojo Satoru immediately sprang up and sat up straight, as if he had been called on by his teacher, Moth, with his hands on his knees.

After a moment, he slowly lay back down.

Honestly, Duanmu is getting more and more like the old man with the aura of the Night Moth. That "hmm" just now almost made him stand up as punishment on a conditioned reflex.

He looked at the ceiling and finally explained his purpose: "Ahui has subdued the second shikigami. I was thinking of taking him to a real battle. We can't just keep him hitting wooden dummy in the training ground every day."

Duanmu Yan asked, "What kind of shikigami is it?"

Gojo Satoru gestured and said, "It looks like a bunch of rabbits, a big, furry group. They should taste good as spicy rabbit heads."

Duanmu Yan rolled his eyes at him: "All you ever think about is food. The assistant supervisors have even come to me to complain about you."

Gojo Satoru jumped up angrily: "Who told on me! Don't let me catch him, or I'll make him pay!"

Duanmu Yan covered his face, his shoulders trembling.

I can't take it anymore. Why does my IQ plummet every time I'm with Wu?

What exactly is the principle behind this?!

Duanmu Yan leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples: "If you want to go, then take him. Hui is your student, so it's more appropriate for you to lead the team yourself for practical training."

Gojo Satoru sank deeper into the sofa, pushed his sunglasses up to his forehead, revealing a pair of innocent blue eyes: "But I'm busy lately."

“What do you mean you’re too busy? The Federation has assigned you the lowest workload among all the top-tier teams, and you only completed half of last week’s target.”

"Two new dessert buffets have opened." Gojo Satoru held up two fingers, looking serious. "One is in Ginza, specializing in all-you-can-eat French mille-feuille and tiramisu, available until next week."

"The other one is in Shibuya. I couldn't get a table at their strawberry cream puff tart last time, so I made a reservation in advance this time. I'll be staying there for at least a few hours, so I really can't get away. Therefore, I'll leave the practical training to you, Hui."

Duanmu Yan looked at him expressionlessly: "Do I look like I have nothing to do? I still have documents to process."

“It’s alright. Ijichi can help you.” Gojo Satoru tilted his head, his tone light. “He seems very willing to help. Ijichi may not say it, but his actions speak louder than words.”

"Don't you feel guilty about dumping all your work on others?" Duanmu Yan tried to make a last-ditch effort.

Gojo Satoru had already pulled down his sunglasses and was walking towards the door.

Upon hearing this, he turned around and gave a bright, matter-of-fact smile: "Really?"

The door closed behind him, and Duanmu Yan sighed and sat back down at his desk.

With Satoru's meddling, it seemed that the guilt he felt towards Ichiji was also taken away by him.

Chapter 175 Fushiguro Megumi's First Time

weekend.

Fu Heihui opened her eyes wide and looked up at Duanmu Yan, who was leading her out of the college gate.

He hadn't been alone with this person for several months.

Duanmu Yan usually stays in his office, and when he occasionally appears at the kindergarten, he only glances at it briefly before leaving.

Today, he surprisingly agreed to bring me along, and judging from what he just told Teacher Xia You, today's plan is practical combat—a battle against a real cursed spirit.

That's so cool!

Is he finally going to become a qualified sorcerer?

In his other hand, Duanmu Yan held a file. The intelligence indicated that several children had gone missing in a town on the outskirts of Tokyo. After investigation, the Federation determined that it was likely a level-two cursed spirit.

He closed the file, stuffed it into the inside pocket of his coat, and glanced down at the quiet little guy next to him who was walking noticeably faster than usual.

The two jade dogs are probably at the second level, so two against one should be more than enough.

But he was still a little worried.

What if you encounter a genius level two curse spirit who can eliminate a level two sorcerer?

He wouldn't have had such unnecessary worries if it were any other student, but the person next to him was Fushiguro Megumi.

He has a criminal record, although that happened eight years later.

But with him watching over things, there shouldn't be any problems.

Upon arriving at the location marked by the intelligence, Duanmu Yan quickly followed the aura of the cursed power and found the hiding place of the cursed spirit.

This is an abandoned old house. The yard is overgrown with weeds, half of the gray tile roof has collapsed, and the tattered curtain hanging on the door frame sways gently in the wind.

The source of the curse was inside the house, lurking in a dark corner, emitting a putrid stench.

Duanmu Yan gently patted Hui's back.

Fushiguro took a deep breath and took two steps forward.

He raised his hands, interlaced his fingers, and formed the hand seal that he had practiced countless times.

The shadows beneath their feet rippled like water, and two silhouettes leaped out of the darkness. Jade White shook its fluffy fur, while Jade Black let out a deep growl from the depths of its throat, revealing its sharp canine teeth.

Hui gritted his teeth. He could feel the cursed spirit in the shadows ahead, and the cold, sticky cursed power crawled over him.

He swung his arm, and the jade dog, black and white, shot out simultaneously.

Two jade dogs pounced into the shadows, one on the left and one on the right. The black jade dog was the first to bite something.

The cursed spirit emerged from the darkness; it was a monster resembling a giant leech, its slippery body covered with a layer of translucent mucus.

Jade Dog White's sharp claws tore a gash in the side, and black cursed power surged out of the wound.

The cursed spirit let out a piercing screech, its body violently tumbling, flinging the jade dog Black away.

Jade Dog Black flipped half a circle in the air, steadied itself, and then arched its back again, preparing to pounce back.

Duanmu Yan leaned against the door frame, his fingers in his pockets, and occasionally reminded her, "Hui, don't just look at the front. There's something moving in the blind spot on the left."

Hui suddenly turned his head, and a slender tentacle was wrapping around his left foot along the wall.

Before he could form a hand seal, he jumped back a step, and the Jade Dog White pounced from the side, biting off the tentacle in one bite.

"Don't just focus on one target." Duanmu Yan's voice came again. "Jade Dogs are not just shikigami that are responsible for standing guard. Make them run around, don't just stand there and take a beating."

Hui took a breath and readjusted her gestures.

The two jade dogs stopped biting head-on and began running in circles, weaving in and out, tearing at the weak points of the cursed spirit's body from the left and right.

The tentacles of the cursed spirits lashed out again and again, but each time they landed on the afterimages left behind by the spirits as they moved in different directions.

Driven to desperation, the cursed spirit suddenly expanded its entire body, and six or seven tentacles simultaneously burst forth from its torso, lashing out in all directions.

Jade Dog Black was struck hard in the abdomen by a tentacle, let out a mournful cry and crashed into the wall, with broken bricks falling down in a flurry.

Taking advantage of the opening, the cursed spirit charged headlong towards Hui.

Hui did not back down; instead, she chose to change her handprint.

The shadow beneath their feet suddenly expanded, and a large number of rabbits surged out of the shadow. Dozens or even hundreds of rabbits instantly filled the entire abandoned house. The tentacles of the cursed spirit were submerged in the rabbit swarm, and each rabbit bit a small piece of flesh condensed by cursed power and tore it outwards.

The cursed spirit rolled wildly among the rabbits, smashing through a rotten paper door, sending wood chips flying.

Jade Dog Black leaped up from the corner, shook off the broken bricks, and together with Jade Dog White, pounced on the cursed spirit through the gaps in the rabbit herd.

The two jade dogs bit down simultaneously, and the cursed spirit finally let out a shriek, its body exploding into black cursed energy residue that dissipated into the cracks in the floor.

The rabbits gradually dispersed, turning into shadows and returning to Hui's feet.

Jade White Dog wagged its tail and ran back, circling around his legs. Jade Black Dog squatted beside him, a wisp of black smoke still hanging from its mouth.

Hui was panting heavily, sweat streaming down his face. He patted the heads of the two jade dogs and praised them, "You did a great job."

"Well done. You knew how to use the 'Escape Rabbit' technique to restrict the opponent's movements, and your timing was better than I expected." Duanmu Yan walked over and casually brushed the dust off Fu Hei Hui's ear.

"However, remember to summon a Jade Dog next time after summoning the Rabbit. Most shikigami are relatively fragile. If the cursed spirit has the ability to retaliate, you will be in great danger."

Hui nodded earnestly, keeping those words in mind.

Then he looked up at Duanmu Yan and said earnestly, "Teacher Duanmu, can we come again next time?"

Duanmu Yan looked down at him. This kid was usually very sparing with his words, and he completely ignored Gojo Satoru. But at this moment, there was a rare expectation in his eyes as he looked at him.

He smiled, removed his hand from Hui's collar, and gently patted him on the head.

"Anytime is fine with me, whenever I have time."